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THE DEVIANTWATCHING PROJECT - Part IIIt looks like even though this journal has more favourites and comments than other journals in the website footer, it will not be featured there. That's okay, I guess it's because a lot of people did not like the first one so I'm blocked out. You people keep on rocking!!!
You can favourite this to show your support!
Due to how many positive responses I got from the first journal, I decided to make a second one- The other one got pretty huge too XD Here is a link to the first one: http://trampire.deviantart.com/journal/THE-DEVIANTWATCHING-PROJECT-please-no-haters-325065818
PLEASE DON'T ASK TO BE ADDED IF YOU WERE IN THE PREVIOUS JOURNAL XD
THESE PEOPLE SAY THEY DO WATCHBACKS!!
PE: Community Week PLZ AccountsCommunity Week - PLZ Accounts
Can you spot the difference between and :icongladlikeplz
If you hover your mouse over it, you’ll see that the first is a link to a deviation (http://fav.me/d5judp5), while the second is an icon for a special type of account called a PLZ account.
PLZ accounts are deviantART accounts made for the sole reason of being an emoticon. Anyone can make these accounts. (For more information on making PLZ accounts, see this previous Project Educate journal http://fav.me/d3jjwiv.) The deviant chooses an account name that represents the image he/she wishes to display, and usually adds the phrase ‘PLZ’ at the end, so other deviants are aware that that account exists to be an emote (in the example above, the account name is “gladlikeplz”).
To use the PLZ account, you merely
SolaceShe never slept well in the dark,
not without the children of the sun and moon
to guide her weary lids home.
Guided by the aftermath, she was always two steps behind.
What did the world look like to the girl who had been through it all?
Braved the heaviest of storms,
yet skipping over cracks in the pavement.
They said her eyes were the wisps of clouds before the storm.
To him they were reflections of pages overlooked.
She said it was like she lived the life of someone she had never met.
Laid out to dry, yesterdays news.
He knew her as the girl who was built to never collapse.
He wished he was too.
He loved her more than words could say, and yet her pain was such,
that at times, he feared she wouldn’t make it.
But on nights like these, even when it threatened to consume her,
he became convinced that somehow she would.
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